Mother stayed still. I drew back again this time to be out of her and thurst back again. Mother gasped. Then I settled to a steadier rhythm. I had ach...ieved what I wanted. Fucking my own mother. My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking her. I am fucking the same cunt my father has used to quench his lust and flooded it with his sperm to create me. I finally managed to spread the same legs my father has spread on the same bed. Finally I managed to make the same woman my dad made as woman of. "It's wonderful. But its cold," Madeleine said. "Let's go back in." Fair enough," said Krysta as she led the way inside. "But it is fantastic isn't it. Tell me you love it."A few minutes later they were in the warm. Pump Cottage, a small brick and flint, tile roofed, building was tucked in beside the great brick tower of the pump. The living room was small but cosy. The kitchen led straight off it, built as an afterthought on the back of the building. Beside that another room served as a dining. Melissa sees how wet he is and begs for him to let her lick it off. He walks towards her head as she grabs his dick and pulls him towards her mouth. Her lips glossing over the head of his dick, he feels her hot, wet mouth sliding up and down his shaft. One hand on his shaft pumping it fast, wanting him to explode inside her mouth. He can feel himself start to tingle in his balls as she licks and sucks on them. Still stroking his dick she is begging for his cum now. “Cum for me John.” Melissa. Monique hooked one strap in her fingers as the bra left Amanda's body, she pulled it around stopping it from hitting the floor. Again she delicately placed it on the dressing table chair on top of the blouse.The skirt was next, Monique could see goose bumps rise on Amanda's arms as she passed in front of her to unbutton one of the last remaining obstacles. She inserted her fingers between the woman's skin and skirt fumbling for a moment before finding the hook. Uncoupling the two ends she drew.